No one mourns the Wicked

Ch1

It's Coming

It was midnight in the swamp. Fiona was tossing and turning as well as moaning. Something wasn't right. Her stomach hurt. "Shrek… honey wake up! My water broke!" she said. This freaked him out. "Are you sure?" he asked nervously. "Yes honey." She told him.

He took her into his arms and carried her to hospital. He watched as they took her into the delivery suite. He was worried. He knew this baby thing would change things and he would have to become a father… Hours later the baby was born but when he came in, Fiona was upset. "What's wrong? Is it the baby? Is it sick?" he said to her. She shook her head sadly. "No it's not sick but you're not going to like it. It's not an ogre." She told him. He then saw it and freaked out. "Take it away, take it away!" he said angrily. Fiona then saw him storm off angrily.

Fiona then hoped he would cool off and then they'd talk about it. She wondered why it wasn't an ogre like her but to her that didn't matter. She loved it for what it was and not because of it's origins. Shrek was in the pub having some rum shots. Puss saw him and was worried. "I know the baby isn't … you know but I'm sure you can still love it." He told him. He sighed at this. "Yeah I know. It's… just the ogre community. If they knew… we would be shunned and the child would be an outcast and I don't want that." He explained to him… Puss then walked with him back to the swamp. Thoughts were running through his mind at the child as a teenager and being outed by others like him and Fiona. That made him nervous. He hoped he could do this or he was screwed...